My friend was not wise. She was really kind of an idiot. I won’t go into details, just roll your eyes and move on with your life. That’s what I did in the end.
But she once said “when you are feeling least spiritual is when you need it the most.”
Life hasn’t been difficult for me lately, but it’s been confusing and the future scary. My partner lost his job, and we’ve been struggling with unemployment, his former employer, what schooling we can afford for our daughter, and the biggest – finding a new job.
I stopped my daily practices when our world took a tilt. And I know you’ll be surprised, but setting aside my spirit didn’t help anything. It’s made it worse. At first, I tried to recover it by picking up whatever felt right to me at the moment, but then I consulted oracles obsessively, desperately, wanting the “right” answers to appear. I set aside my tools and introspection, and picked up my knitting needles to finish a sock started months ago. The yarn and the needles soothe my nerves better than meditation.
I can’t shake feeling, however, that I’m misguided. That I should be casting circles and communing with the spirits. Many years ago I clipped this snippet posted by Hecate Demeter (her new site is here, but it doesn’t seem old posts were imported to her new one). I’d been saving this advice, but I am hesitant to hassle the spirits because so much of this is our fault – we could have saved more, we have too much debt, he should have left his job before we moved, chatter-chatter-chatter.
Some times there is no lesson. There is no over-arching purpose propelling us to another destination, at least not up close. Some times, we must hunker down and make it out on the other side. By then, maybe I will have finished the other sock, so at least my feet will be warm.